Release

Imagine letting go completely to love completely
consumed
by a never-before love
for all that exists
with one in one outside one

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is it too late to will a love
for self-transformation
too late to touch another face
whatever it be
another sky language self
your reversed mirror image in another land

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how love hammers
in earthspeak of thunderspinning dawn
how love hammers
in time’s dew drip
how love hammers
in breath unknown

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send everything back
to the beginnings
of unquenchable self
to first fused drop
of semen and floating egg
dividing endlessly
through division
is one made
through division
one is returned
to fire
smoking air
ash as earth
to water
and what spills beyond

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release

return furniture
to forestsof cane rosewood teak
see bookshelves tables chairs bed
elongate
sprout branches leaves buds
seep sap

return marble
to veins in hidden rock
that whisper in tectonic tongue
green white grey orange

return ivory
to elephants flapping ears
toddling claves alongside
with small outstretched trunks

return silver gold copper
to streaks in earth and water
to dull glow of lava asleep

return gems
to starsexploding light years ago

return grain and fruit
to moist fields
yet unbirthed underground

return milk
to calf’s mouth and rough black
tongue

return books
to pulp
fertile rot of mycelium

return plastic
to my dead hands
for they have nowhere else to go

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return
to love
for there is nothing
else

About The Author

Priya Sarukkai Chabria

Priya Sarukkai Chabria is a poet, translator, speculative fiction writer and Founding Editor of Poetry at Sangam

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